Cornrows Poems - Poems about Cornrows

...marauding foxes mutilating fruit minutemen mischief-makers marching upon us pick our pockets laugh at our loss “No mangoes for sale” maimed, mangled, mashed sweetness sham......

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...Torn, tattered, tainted, my Book of Shadows Travels with me, from cities to meadows Drawings included; demons and rainbows Spells introduced, between haystacks and cornrows Too freque......

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...Fox Hunting She turns tail to snake through the dust, parting orderly heads of corn, breathing heat and eating dark On her way to escape—she hopes— from the fox chasing her (a......

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...i used to walk the cornrows shooting mourning doves as they flew out as fast as clay pigeons now my eyes are following the cornrows of her hair from fore head to nape like followi......

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...i used to walk the cornrows shooting mourning doves as they flew out as fast as clay pigeons now my eyes are following the cornrows of her hair from fore head to nape like followi......

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...My hair fills the circumference of itself And takes up space with little help It goes the only way it knows In tightly bound cornrows In church the preacher talks about my hair To entertain e......

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...Look thou up again for the rain clouds gather Thou hast seeded with vapor of tears Art thou soon weary gazing upon heaven? And thy hope eaten up by needless cares? Come thee away from whence I......

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...The hair sits on my head like it's a throne And I'm a heir to the heritage Generations of my people passed this crown on to me You may call it nappy but don't sleep on my royalty I'm king-siz......

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...Groves, parallel patterned rows (hardly higher than bushes), dot and stretch up hillsides, looking from a distance much like cornrows on the tight tan scalps of hip young New York subway ride......

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...I raced through my chores, braided my hair in cornrows Meticulously washed my body, daub the back of my ears The insides of my elbow, and my wrist, with my then cheap perfume There my pulse beat, ......

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...I once heard the whisper of falling snow, saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow, felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow, the older I get, the less I know. My hair was once braided......

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...Remnants of Winters tendrils reside upon the bare basalt cliffs. Cornrows of ice cascade washed by relentless rain. Down pours the mana of Spring, the Bride, berating the laggard Winter; exp......

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...The Lip Gloss question of the day is "What do I know about you?" Can't really say -- everyday, I see something new. It could be hat, wig, cornrows, or weave, Don't matter which, I gotta have me a ......

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